(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 87: The sweetest poison

Chapter 87: The sweetest poison

"Now, are you going to help me get this cum out of me or are you going to cry about it again?" Maxwell said, amusement in his voice as he comforted the bigger man above him. It always seemed to surprise him how sensitive Andrew was to everything. Not that he had a problem with that, he was just unused to it.

Watching the other man sniffle and cry broke his heart in certain circumstances, and turned him on in others. He worried he might be developing a weird kink, and hoped that Andrew wouldn’t mind that he had it.

Andrew’s face was still tense, and full of pain and sorrow. It was silly to him how easily the man was spiraling, but he also knew it wasn’t fully Andrew’s fault. Andrew before his manifestation had been quite calm, easy going, and easy to talk to. He wasn’t quick to express his emotions. This Andrew? The new one?

Well, he was dealing with quite a bit of a difference. Most of the physical attributes to true alphas hadn’t come in yet, like the knotting. Maxwell was actually quite thankful for that, but it also left him worried. When was it going to happen? Dr. Smith suggested that Andrew was going to lose his two canines any day now, but Maxwell was sure Andrew hadn’t been paying attention to that.

There was also the concern that Andrew knotted in Maxwell and the condom broke. Sure, they could joke around and Andrew could fill him up like a fucking cum balloon right now, but that stopped being funny when Andrew knotted inside of him. Sperm counts went through the roof whenever an alpha knotted, and Andrew could do it on command.

Well, it would be more on command once he learns how to control it. It would be a dangerous game till then. Maxwell felt like he was playing with a gun anytime he slept with Andrew. At least until he started expressing his other true alpha traits. He had a feeling Andrew was subconsciously holding everything back like he had done previously, hell, maybe even for his whole life. But he hoped that meeting Kim and seeing how good she was of a true alpha might spur on the change.

The sooner it happened, the sooner everything could become normal. And everyone could leave them the fuck alone.

Maxwell didn’t like having guards, he didn’t like having people concerned about him personally, and he liked his privacy. Currently, that was what was driving him insane. Very little of it was truly related to Andrew, but it was Andrew adjacent.

So once Andrew stopped fighting himself, and began to accept who he was, the sooner Maxwell could feel in control of his life again.

Maybe letting Andrew cum inside of him was his way of trying to gain control of his life by being out of control, but he didn’t care. He liked the moment with Andrew, and he liked how easy it was to work Andrew up. The way his pheromones had wrapped around Maxwell as if they were trying to choke him out...

Fuck it was hot. Maxwell had a feeling that Andrew wasn’t even aware he’d done it. That only made it hotter. The fact that Andrew liked him so much that his pheromones spoke to him that way proved that Maxwell meant a lot to him. He just hoped that Andrew got the same thing from Maxwell’s pheromones.

"Uh, I...are you sure?" Andrew asked slowly, carefully. His glasses were slipping down his nose, but he didn’t push them up to stop them from falling. Maxwell did it for him.

"Are you asking me to ask someone else to help? Baby, you fucked me so good that you are holding me up right now. Do you honestly think I can do it on my own? I know you don’t want to start the butt plug play right now." Maxwell wasn’t sure where all of this energy was coming from since he was exhausted from their car sex, but Andrew brought this out of him.

Watching Andrew’s face fall into hard lines as he thought and hummed and hawed made Maxwell’s shoulders shake. He was so cautious. Even more so than Maxwell was when it came to making decisions. Maxwell had a feeling that if it only involved Andrew, it would be quick, but he took his time if Maxwell was involved.

Maxwell felt himself swoon, and did his best to keep it under wraps. He worried that if he showed Andrew too much affection that he’d run away with those feelings. He really didn’t want that to happen. If he gave Andrew doses of his affection, like a poison, then slowly over time, Andrew wouldn’t be able to live without it.

He was going to make Andrew his one step at a time.

Giving a pleased smile towards Andrew, he watched as the man glanced at his lips and gulped before looking away. Maxwell grinned at the small action.

"I’ll let you kiss me as a reward." Maxwell offered easily, tantalizingly. Andrew gulped. "But you have to get naked with me, Andy." Maxwell bargained and watched as Andrew’s brown eyes glazed over. He swallowed, and Maxwell watched his throat work. God, he loved the way Andrew’s mouth took his cock. Should he ask for that as well? Hmm, Andrew was usually pretty giving. Maybe he’d just offer it for free?

"We-We shouldn’t go another round." Andrew whispered, and Maxwell’s eyes widened. He hadn’t been thinking about a full round, but look at this big guy. If nothing else happened, his stamina had for sure reached true alpha status. Maxwell had heard how unending their true ruts were, and how in everyday life their stamina was endless.

Like they were pulling from a well with no bottom.

Half of the reason why people thought that they could mate with so many omegas was because they needed that many partners to handle their sexual appetites. Maxwell hoped that was the case.

Maxwell had yet to meet anyone who was able to match Maxwell’s own sexual appetites outside of Andrew. When Andrew had been in his rut? That was the most satisfied Maxwell had ever been. Not that the sex with Andrew now was unsatisfying, but...

Andrew was so gentle with him. He was worried he might break Maxwell, and Maxwell understood that. Andrew’s strength, just general strength, had increased. Maxwell knew this because several of Maxwell’s kitchen utensils had been replaced. At first, he had thought it was because Andrew had a preference, and that was okay. Maxwell didn’t give a damn. He couldn’t cook.

But then several of the same ones kept being replaced, and that was when Maxwell started to get curious. So, he peeked into the garage. The one in the garage, since he was sure Andrew would have hidden them.

There he found the evidence. Andrew was bending the metal with his bare fucking hands.

If that had not made him swim in his fucking pants. Holy hell. He could cook AND could bend metal with his bare hands? Maxwell wanted to get the man locked down as soon as fucking possible. Too bad Andrew was not in the right state to be even considering that kind of conversation. He was too worried that Maxwell was pity laying him.

Which he was not. There would be no way in the world Maxwell would do that with or to anyone. Least of all the man he’d been pining after the moment he’d fucking met him.

"Baby, did you want to go another round?" Maxwell asked softly, and watched as Andrew’s lashes fluttered, and his lips parted. Fuck. He wanted to devour this man. He could feel his hole twitching just thinking about it. With each twitch, a small trickle of cum and other liquid poured out of him, causing him to clench more.

God, driving home had been...interesting. He felt every inch the little slut that he wanted to. And he was growing more addicted to it by the second. This was going to be a problem if Andrew didn’t learn how to knot and control his knots soon. Birth control only did so much for true alphas. There just weren’t enough out there who wanted to participate in studies to get accurate results. It was frustrating, but it was reality.

"I...You can barely walk." Andrew muttered, and Maxwell smiled up at him.

"If you fuck me against the wall, I don’t need to worry about walking." Maxwell said slowly, and watched as Andrew’s face heated, and his breathing hitched. Fuck. He was so damn hot. How the fuck anyone had left him alone, he had no clue.

No fucking wonder Andrew knew about pregnancy tests. The man was potent to the senses, with or without pheromones. Maxwell worried that if Andrew gave him one of his goofy smiles he might just get pregnant from that alone.

"Max." Andrew groaned, and Maxwell chuckled. "Stop trying to get me into trouble." He grumbled, and Maxwell reached up and pressed kisses against his cheeks.

"Come on. If you use your cock to get all of the cum out, that counts, right?" Andrew groaned.

"Not if I cum inside again." Andrew protested and Maxwell pressed more kisses to his face.

"It’ll be fine. I want you to do it. I know you want to do it too. Why won’t you let me take care of you? I know you need to be inside of me. Let me take you inside. I’ll keep you warm." Maxwell whispered, and Andrew groaned.

"You’re not an angel. You’re the fucking devil."